take away
let's change
you say

it's apples and oranges
simple like a fruit market
you've got the produce
you've got the grain

I whirl in the aisle
flash something unknown across my face
what, you say
did I forget the coffee?

but it was before that
how can I explain
it's what we produce
the shade of flame between us
it's the grain of the game
that rubs me wrong